Competition between the same race is often more brutal and fierce than that of the other, which is determined by the origin of the evolution of the race, and does not change in any way by the transfer of individual will.

There is no other reason, the same type of resource needs are the same between the same race, in order to obtain a higher and faster evolutionary goal, resources have become the key, and the competition for resources will carry out the whole process of civilization upgrading, as long as the hatred within the same race has a beginning, there will never be an end.

For example, the will of the world, as a new type of life, any one of the results of his emotional and rational analysis would throw Zhao Gao's suggestion 108,000 miles away, and even break into the lower limit of the eighteenth layer of thinking without any consideration; But as an evolutionary instinct hidden in the underlying sequence of life, she had to think about this possibility, that is, to strengthen her own feasibility by plundering the resources of her kind.

From the point of view of life itself, when you limit yourself not to plunder others, you cannot control others not to plunder you to strengthen yourself, and this kind of mental rigor cannot be agreed between different individuals, because this is tantamount to handing over your own supreme security to the other person in a purely moral way. If you think about it from this point of view, then as long as the question gives the so-called choice, then there is only one answer left.

There is no doubt that when the will of the world chose yes in the midst of all kinds of suffering, this demonic door has been opened between countless transcendent wisdoms, and there will be no room for maneuver again.

The will of the world, which had already anticipated the tragic consequences, had no time to dwell on other details, and left Zhao Gao's small hut almost in a completely defeated posture.

This made Zhao Gao a little inexplicable, but he didn't have time and wouldn't think about anything, thousands of years of competition in human civilization have formed a kind of thinking inertia, and this problem is not a problem for human beings. Moreover, the identification of "royal road" and "hegemony" is not an overnight effort, even if there is a huge amount of computing power of the world's will, it is still necessary to open up every road little by little. In this process, there will not be even a shortcut.

In fact, he had been delayed for too long compared to what had been expected. Even with such a high time flow ratio in the plot world, I am afraid that a short time has passed in the land of the gods. It is more predictable that in order to identify these two, the time required will probably not be a small amount.

As for the "Ten Directions Killing Array", the will of the world that fled in a hurry did not mention such a thing at all. During this period of time, Zhao Gao didn't have time to care about everything that happened in the outside world, and as time slowly moved forward, he didn't know that the princes of Ma, who had already entered a dead end, were still carefully calculating every detail and carrying out every designed step in a better way.

In the game, they didn't expect that the final result was already doomed.

"The Violet team is all gone, which is expected." Ma Wang, who was entrenched in an important corner of the military tent in Xiangyang City, reacted with a calm demeanor and spoke calmly and powerfully. There was no problem with his first-hand killing process, but there was a slight discrepancy in the result - originally in the plan, the Violet team itself was just cannon fodder, and he was not even sure about dealing with the E-class plot character Meng Si. But what he didn't expect was that only one servant who looked one level lower than Meng Si came out before and after, and he gave all the attackers seconds.

Ragged clothes, fat short jackets, a pair of "clacking clogs", and half of the sharpened iron saw, these were all the equipment of the servant, and it was simply embarrassingly heartbreaking. However, the explorers who underestimated this servant have now permanently merged with this plot world and become an inseparable part of it.

The captain of the reserve duty of the Violet team, who has both power and control, after a round of hands, was pulled out of the front chest and back by an iron bar just because the unexpected use of the control skill failed, and completed the prologue of the team's destruction in a tragic way of piercing the heart.

There are no eggs under the nest, and even the blonde girl Rhona, who has always remained awake, cannot escape the fate of sleeping here. In the eyes of Feng Mo, who had no concept of beauty and ugliness, her beauty was meaningless, and after she rose to the "powerful" control technique of LV7 three times in a row, she was swept by Feng Mo's sideways, followed by a large amount of gushing blood, until the beautiful blue eyes with a little purity and temptation gradually lost all color and vitality, and the surging blood plasma finally stopped splashing, and turned to a bloody bubble.

As for the rest of the team, the spear thrower Orchid died from Feng Mo's diagonal upward pick, and was cut into two sections horizontally from the left rib to the right shoulder, and the spear in his hand didn't even have time to finish the attack posture; Mao Tou died on the run, his brain shattered by a stone from behind, and he didn't get paid for betraying his team until he died, the green dagger that he only looked at once.

The remaining few weaker team members mostly fell in a single turn, and by the end of the day, several explorers had given up attacking, hoping for the ethereal legend that the "servant" would not fight back if he did not attack.

The ending is clear at a glance, and the entire team has no survivors.

If the king can see all this clearly, maybe there will be some changes to the whole plan. It's a pity that in fact, he didn't see the whole process of Feng Mo's killing of the Violet team, because his vision derived from Mao Tou was blocked by Feng Mo's higher authority at the beginning, and the powerful impact even attacked Ma Wangye's body through that thin skill connection line, making his vertical eyes can't help but feel sour.

This wasn't because Feng Mo's attack wasn't strong enough, but simply because the line that the skill connected to had a limited endurance. Feng Mo's attack that rose to the level of rules can be said to be extremely ingenious, and it just used the upper limit of the power allowed to be used by this line to give punishments and warnings. If Ma Wangye's strength is stronger, some of them are promoted to the trailblazers, or if they can touch the edge of the rules, they will be able to understand what such precise control means. It's a pity that although he further overestimated Feng Mo's strength because of the attack, the poverty of information still limited his imagination, or rather, he was still ignorant of the real strength of an ordinary servant.

In his opinion, it was just that there was a slight problem with the plan, and only needed appropriate corrections, and the opponent trapped in the small hut was the turtle in the urn, as an angler, he only needed to slowly release the bait, and then keep pulling the line and loosening the line to consume strength, and finally he could achieve his goal.

With a partial inheritance of the gods, he has always been so confident and willful.

There's nothing inherently wrong with thinking about it. It's just that because of his vision, he didn't know that the target of the fishing had been changed to the ancient giant shark, even if the other party was too lazy to stick out his fangs at him, and inadvertently threw out some splashes with his tail, it was enough for him to sink with people and boats, and there would be no place to be buried.

In this misunderstanding, the second wave of the "Ten Directions Killing Array", known as the "One Force Descends Ten Meetings", finally landed on this battlefield of fate in the great expectation of Lord Ma.